Chapter 3: Lessons One & Two

Margot had found the doldrums of her sexless wartime life in Guildford blown away when her son Guy had returned from boarding school in the spring.

With Guy's hormones raging; the sight of his semi-clad mother in the bedroom had been enough to tip him over the edge of the polite behaviour hiding his lust.

Taking Margot by surprise Guy had drawn her into a sexual liaison with him.

Needing little more in the way of encouragement, Guy soon gave his unwilling mother the fuck of her life.

Then in a fit of remorse Guy retreats to his chums home; a peaceful old house in the Hampshire Downs.

Following an invitation from Iris, lady of the house, Margot makes a weekend visit in the hope of making amends with Guy. But sophisticated Iris has ideas too.

Iris educates Margot on the joys of FemDom so Guy is now receiving his first lessons on how to behave in his mother's bedroom.

Lesson One is self-restraint.

Guy stood naked before his mother in bed, slowly masturbating; just as Madam Margot had instructed. She'd laid back, her hand beneath the covers gently frigging herself while she soaked in this gorgeous youth she now had at her disposal.

His handsome face, his proud chest, that so slim waist and that outrageous cock between such sweet thighs. That boarding school had worked wonders!

Margot realised that setting Guy this task of self-control was hard on him and she knew he wouldn't last long before coming. She made a snap decision.

Taking hold of the duvet she flipped it off to reveal her nakedness.

Many a maid would have envied Margot's fabulously dainty figure. Her unblemished ivory skin sheathed her taunt pert breast and thighs while her slender fingers penetrated her juicy cunt. " Now my lusty lad; show Margot how much spunk you've got in that wicked looking cock." She purred to Guy.

He went to move forward but she checked him. "No! Stay Guy." She snapped with a satisfied smile as she felt herself reaching an orgasm. "Show me your spunk now!"

As Margot had pleaded Guy shot his load; squirting across the short distance between them as Margot climaxed; splattering over her torso and thighs.

She'd let out an ecstatic cry of triumph.

Then Guy collapsed blissfully over her. Margot was well satisfied with her pupil.

She had made a start. She had him in hand as Iris had advised.

One of her slender hands gave his head some comforting strokes while the other traced a pattern in the warm slime he had left on her thighs. While he dosed she sneaked her sticky finger to her mouth. It was a taste she'd never known.